The Rider

Fight

"You're poison and I've never been more addicted to it." - unknown
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Finding a job as a stripper would be so much easier than this. I was looking for a vacant position at art galleries as an artist but finding that was like finding water in a dessert. I've been to at least five companies today and they all turned me down. It's now almost 2 o'clock in the afternoon and I have to get going. I put my file inside my back pack and head down to Steam in my bike.

I soon arrive a little before two which gives me enough time to change and warm up. I already have my sports bra and shorts on when someone walks into the room. After I'm done changing I warm up by doing a few stretches.
There's not a lot of people today compared to yesterday.

"Good you're here." I hear Karah say from behind me.

"Today I'm putting you in the ring. I want to see how strong you are." She says from behind me.

"But first I want you to give me 40 pushups, 24 bicycle crunches, 12 each side, 10 barbell rollouts and 24 renegade rows 12 each side." She says sternly and seriously.

I start immediately and she keeps shouting at me, pushing me, taunting me..
She's trying to break me, crack me open and watch me suffer. Her veins are out and she's sweating. I love the fact that she pushes my body to the extreme and has no mercy. I enjoy the rush, the adrenaline the pain, it gets me going and reminds me that I'm still alive and living. I never stop moving, pushing myself to the limit, fucking hell it feels so good. I'm dripping with sweat and I'm panting hard but I never stop.

"Sweat is a sign of weakness and I don't allow weak people in my gym!" She screams at me hitting the floor hard.

I go even faster and tighten my jaw, trying to hide how much pain I'm in and holding onto the last piece of sanity I have left.

"Time!!" She says rising from the floor.

I fall onto the ground and breath heavily. FUCK I need water.

I stand up trying to steady my breathing and not show her how tired I am.

"What's next ?" I ask breathlessly brushing some strands of hair off my face.

"Ring now!"

I make my way into the ring and once I'm inside she throws me a pair of punching gloves and some headgear.

"You'll need those." She says entering the ring.

I've never been in a ring before and my type of fighting is a bit dirtier than this.
I prefer club or motorbike fights where people end up in hospitals or better yet dead. I loved the rush and excitement you get, it just feels so free. Beating the shit out of people makes me feel better and as messed up as it sounds it's the truth.

I double check if everything is on properly and do a few stretches.

"Seth get in here!" Karah shouts from across the gym.

A muscular guy comes and enters the ring. He's taller than me and has messy blond hair, he looks like he was working out. He takes off his muscle vest leaving him in black shorts. He looks intimidating but I've fought with worse.
He looks at me and smiles, a mocking smile.

"I put you up with Seth because he's also a beginner. "

"Ohh and try not to underestimate her, she'll break you." Karah says looking at Seth. I smirk and feel some sort of pride from her words.

A few people stand around the ring as usual and wait for the fight to start.

"I want a nice dirty fight, I'm not wasting any money on you Seth so you better win this." A man in a suit says to Seth.
He turns and looks at me, his blue eyes staring at my soul.